For Real
the real martyrs volunteered
their bodies for torture
suffered a terrible death
and they said father forgive them
just before their death
the real cowards they run away
just as fast as they can
they think that there some place to go
but that is fairy land
the real scriptures tell the truth
the past, present and future
if you chose the wrong scripture
your messing with your future
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